The Sadie saga continues! She got a fresh bandage yesterday, having successfully managed to chew off the old one, in spite of her cone. She’s adjusting pretty well, smiles a lot, and seems perky most of the time. She loves all the attention and sympathy. I can woo her into the elevator with a treat, but she still takes the stairs, and since this is a three-story house, it’s hard on her sore foot.
Today, I took her outside on the leash to do her thing. She stood stalk still in the middle of the driveway, mesmerized by the gobbling of wild turkeys in the nearby woods. When I tugged at her leash, cone, collar and all came off! I am not a mechanical person, and lest you think for one minute that my life is glamorous, picture me sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to get that cone back on Sadie’s head.
Sheesh. I don’t know who will be happier when this is over–Sadie, or me.
Probably me.
